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Without their cost, you terminate the cause;
Promoting concord, and composing strife,
stray'd. How could he stand, when, put to double pain, He must a weaker than himself sustain ! Each might have stood perhaps; but each alone; Two wrestlers help to pull each other down.
Not that my verse would blemish all the fair ;? But yet if some be bad, 'tis wisdom to beware And better shun the bait, than struggle in the
Thus have you shunn'd, and thun the marry'd state, * Trusting as little as you can to fate.
No porter guards the passage of
like Jacob, are Rebecca's heir.
And ever be you bless’d, who live to bless. 3
As Ceres sow'd, where-e'er her chariot flew;
With crowds attended of your ancient race,
This fiery gaine your active youth maintain'd;
Thus princes ease their cares; but happier he,
plac'd; And chasing, figh to think themselves are chas'd,
So liv'd our fires, ere doctors learn'd to kill, And multiply'd with theirs the weekly bill. The first physicians by debauch were made: Excess began, and sloth sustains the trade, Pity the gen’rous kind their cares bestow To search forbidden truths ; (a sin to know :) To which if human science could attain, The doom of death, pronounc'd by God, were
vain. In vain the leech would interpose delay : Fate fastens first, and vindicates the
What help from art's endeavors can we have?
thy soul. By chace our long-liv'd fathers earn'd their food; Toil strung the nerves, and purify'd the blood: But we their sons, a pamper'd race of men, Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten. Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work, for man to mend.
The tree of knowlege, once in Eden plac'd, Was easy found, but was forbid the taste: O, had our grandfire walk'd without his wife, He first had sought the better plant of life ! Now both are lost: yet, wand'ring in the dark, Physicians, for the tree, have found the bark : They, lab'ring for relief of human kind, With sharpen'd fight fome remedies
may Th' apothccary-train is wholly blind.
From files a random recipe they take,
many deaths of one prescription make.
You hoard not health, for your own private use; But on the public spend the rich produce. When, often urg'd, unwilling to be great, Your country
lov'd retreat, And sends to senates, charg'd with common care, Which none more shuns; and none can better bear: Where could they find another form'd fo fit, To poise, with solid sense, a sprightly wit ! Were these both wanting, as they both abound, Where could so firm integrity be found ? Well born, and wealthy, wanting no support, You steer betwixt the country and the court : Nor gratify whate'er the great desire, Nor grudging give, what public needs require.
calls you from your